We were going to go for a walk up at Powell Butte yesterday, but it’s closed unless we wanted to walk all the way up and back. Nope. So instead we decided to go to Main Street Park in downtown Gresham since it was on the way home. And boy, were we glad we did!
Ho, time for one da kine! I’m writing this while munching on some ʻono Hood River cherries; there’s a guy who drives down from there and sells them along Highway 212. I look forward to seeing him every year.
Tour de Fleece is pau today; even though the Tour de France was postponed till September, spinners on Ravelry decided that we’d go ahead and spin as if it hadn’t been. I’ll post photos once my yarns are dry.
A couple of weeks ago Nolemana and I really needed to get out of the house and went for a drive out past Estacada along Highway 224. We hadn’t been up that way for awhile, and we were so glad we went.
We love this view looking east:
Even though the Tour de France isn’t for a few months yet, the spinning community has started our Tour de Fleece at the usual Tour de France time. I’ve begun spinning a silk/merino fiber. I’ve never spun pure silk before and it’s definitely a challenge. I’ve finished one bobbin and am starting the second.
Keola doesn’t seem to be too impressed.
Or: “They’re coming to take me away….” ♪♫
This was my voice mail to text today.
Wow, May’s almost pau. I better hurry up with the photos!
The Western Tanager and his mate are back! They love the suet we put out. I know the photo’s blurry, but they wouldn’t hold still! So beautiful!
I’m saving at least ten hours a week not going to the gym. Or going any other place, for that matter. I still go to the vet’s for pōpoki stuffs, like Noelani’s, Kalakoa’s, and Keola’s meds. Or Keola to get his toenails trimmed. Oh goodness…what an ordeal that is! But I found out some interesting information from our vet. Painful info, too. It looks like his former owners, instead of declawing him, opted to have their vet do a tendonjectomy on him, which means that they cut the tendon which allows him to scratch; therefore, his nails grow really long, ultimately getting into the pad of his foot. OMG. And therefore, he can’t keep his nails short. What a cruel thing to do to a cat!
My escape from quarantine wasn’t for anything fun, though. A couple of months ago my dentist told me that a molar with a root canal and crown had fractured over the years and would need to be removed. I’d hoped that it’d happen later rather than sooner, but two weeks ago my tooth, with crown attached, fell out. Good thing I neva wen swallow um, yeah? So the next morning I called my dentist, and he said I needed to get in right away so as to avoid an infection. Which I certainly don’t need right now. So I ventured out for the first time in awhile.
